Guren Nash Novels & Stories

"Oh my goodness! Is he not the same man who proposed to Bella Harvey yesterday night? So he can't even pay for his own university f*e…" Nash glared at the young women gossiping about him and tilted his head back to face me. "Fine, Rylee. I am not saying that you are not beautiful. You are the most pretty woman in this pack. Only that you are an Omega, and you and I both know that my uncle cannot make an Omega his Luna. Only a Beta, Gamma, or Delta she-wolf is permitted to ascend the throne with him," Nash stated, and I nodded.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

As Matis put down the fruit basket he brought and frowned, Nash remained silent. "It's…" Eventually, he sighed without mentioning a name. "Just forget it. We can't afford to mess with them." "Now, now. You're underestimating Matis, Nash!" a shrill voice spoke outside the door. Soon, a middle-aged woman dressed in yellow who sported permed hair and excessive makeup strode in, clicking her tongue. She was Mel Gunnar, Nash's sister-in-law.

CHAPTER 3 MIA The fire’s down to glowing embers, throwing soft orange light across the living room. Cal’s sprawled on the couch in nothing but sweatpants, laptop balanced on the coffee table, scrolling through N*****x like this is a normal night and we’re not three days deep into the sex olympics. “Pick something dirty,” I say, crawling over the back of the couch and flopping across his lap. “Or something with explosions. I’m not picky.”

The handle turns under my grip and the noise from the arena starts bleeding back from the room before the door even opens fully. Nash looks at me with darkened eyes. One shoulder rests against the frame while his arms are lazily crossed across his chest. His gaze settles on me, like he’s been standing there long enough to hear what mattered. “Funny,” he says without missing a beat. “Didn’t think you’d go anywhere near that again.” “Didn’t plan on it,” I reply, a muscle ticking in my jaw. “Yeah,” Nash mutters under his breath. “No one ever does.”

Turning the doorknob, I slipped into the room and then slammed the door shut behind me to announce my presence. Gunnar didn't even flinch at the sound, seated with his back against the headboard and the bottom half of his body hidden under white sheets. His laptop sat on his lap as he vigorously typed. The son of a cactus didn't even spare me a single glance whereas I found myself scanning his body. He was shirtless, reminding that he was carved by the Greek Gods themselves. Probably carved by Hades in all fairness. "I didn't say you could enter," Gunnar grunted, lips twitching. He wanted to hide his distaste but couldn't.

CHAPTER 1 ASHLEY POV They believe that playing games is merely a diversion. however, some claim it to be a hobby or pleasure. Some did it for enjoyment or entertainment. Some even claim it marks the beginning of dissipation. "The Baron Nashor will reappear in 30 seconds. Standby. They'll try to gank with their jungle. cling on. In 10 seconds, my ult will become ineffective. " [For the forthcoming League of Legends world championship, the YGHB organization announced that they are seeking new talent. Everyone is allowed to alternate between them and take their turn.]

Nico cast him a brief tentative side glance, then turned his gaze back to the screen. “Possibly a woman with access to a staff uniform, the map of the house, has been down in the dungeon a lot of times. Someone with enough sense to stay off the main run. Someone who knows all the blindspots to avoid being detected by the cameras. A woman who has backup,” he said. He tapped the stiletto flash on the upper camera. “And crimson heels.” “Marena,” Nero said, softly, as if testing the taste of the name. Nico straightened and turned to him. “The shoes. You remember them. Don't you?”

A shadow cast over Lola and Ash drew to his fullest size when he stood in front of Nash. “She is your Luna, show some respect.” His dark and gruff voice left little else to be said and Nash had no other option but to step down and admit defeat. He couldn't measure to an Alpha, especially not one with the power that Ash had been born with. Nash put his hand on Ash’s arm, it stayed there for just under a beat and his lips pulled up as darkness swirled in his eyes. “I’m not judging. Hell, you might even have a shot,” he said with no other context.

I demanded. “For everything she did for me,” Nash spoke uneasily. “You mean sex,” I raged. “Yes, Jayden, sex. I was a horny, unmated eighteen year old wolf, I have fucked a lot of girls, but it is in the past… all in the past,” Nash folded his hands and practically begged. “Strange, considering your past just happened to be with you less than thirty minutes ago,” I snapped. Nash groaned.